It has been said that travel is to escape, not from a city, but from a memory. Some people also say: Traveling is to go from the place where you are tired to the place where others are tired. However, I think that the best trip of my life is when something unexpected happens in a strange place.

Maybe I wouldn't have thought that one day I would be penniless on the streets, and I would rely on a homeless person to help me. But I didn't feel the loss, because after all, I saved the wanderer first, and if I hadn't kindly shouted at that time, that person might have been crippled by a group of street ruffians.

We have to start from the beginning.

Generally, when you go out alone, you will always encounter embarrassing things, such as theft. By the time I found out that my satchel had been cut open, it was too late, and the wallet and phone inside were gone. It's okay if the phone is gone, anyway, this trip has been turned off, and the communication tool is not so important.

But my wallet was gone, and not only a few thousand dollars in cash, but also all my bank savings cards, including my identity documents, were lost. It is equivalent to saying that I have no ammunition on my body now, except for dozens of gross tickets in my pocket. And without an ID card, you can't even go to the bank to report the loss of your card.

pinched the few gross tickets, and thought with a wry smile, it shouldn't be enough for the return ticket. And now the station is all real-name ticket purchase, no ID card, how can I go back? I wanted to call for help, but I thought hard for a long time and didn't remember a phone number. It's not that I have a bad memory, but I haven't contacted anyone in the past six months, so where will there be a phone number in my mind.

All in all, the people lived on food, and the last bit of money left was all bread and water as dry food. I hope to last until there is a way, as for the problem of staying at night, I am very melancholy. I knew that I wouldn't check out at noon, and then I stayed in the hotel, at least to survive the night.

Seeing the twilight fall, I had to think about finding a place to stay. The first thing that comes to mind is the open park, with its benches and pavilions to rest on for the night. It's a bit chilly at night, but luckily I have a coat in my suitcase, and I'm going to take it out and cover it when I get down.

It's better to act than to move, dragging the suitcase to that place, suddenly heard a noise in front of me, and listened carefully as if it came from the bend. After walking a few steps, in the hazy night, I saw a group of people surrounded under the street lamp, and from the figure and movements, it was a fight.

At this point, my wisest choice is to turn around and leave. First, I am single, where can I manage other people's affairs; Second, who knows why those people are fighting together, don't get caught on fire. It's just that when he turned around, he heard a muffled bang, and unconsciously floated away, and through the gap between his encircled feet, he seemed to see a person fall to the ground, his fists and feet falling on him like rain.

A group of people beating a person? Damn hero complex, out of place. I gritted my teeth, looked left and right, found a corner to hide, and then pinched my throat and shouted, "The police are coming!" "If this voice doesn't scare those people away, then don't blame me, it's already benevolent.

A scream cut through the air, followed by a cacophony of voices and footsteps, and when two of them fled from where I had been hiding, my heart almost jumped to my throat, and if they found out, I wouldn't have to sleep tonight, just like that man, lying on the ground.

Quietly peeking out from behind the wall, he glanced at the position, and saw that the people had dispersed, and only the dark figure was buried in place. I didn't lean out at once, my eyes swept around and listened carefully, and only tiptoed over when I was sure that no one was hiding in the shadows.

Standing still five or six meters away, no wonder it looks dark from a distance, it turns out that it is not only the reason for the darkness of the night, but also that this person himself is wearing a black dress, and he is curled up, if it is not for the light of the street lamp hitting him, it will almost melt with the night.

I saw that on the ground in front of the man, there was a black pool of suspected blood, which should have been injured. Strengthened and courageous, since it is already regarded as righteous and courageous, it can't stop here, so he stepped forward after a little hesitation.